Drops in the Ocean
Heroine flowing in like a landslide
While the rhetoric flows fantastic.
A garbage dump grows wide on the roadside
But thank my God my straw isn’t plastic.
He yawns at our rate of youth suicide.
Though a grocery bag ban is orgasmic.
Taxing seniors out of homes justified.
But expect homeless to work is drastic.
The threatening problems never subside.
While we lose freedoms for the bombastic.
We’re told to be safe we must stay inside.
And no one sees this as problematic?
While the evolving science is glorified.
The “free and the brave” are just fanatics.
We’re appeased by snake oil served bona fide
And applaud with genuine ecstatics
The masses are the asses pacified,
By political speech of gymnastics.
Drops in the ocean will never subside.
While our hope remains enthusiastic.
Copyright © John Grindle | Year Posted 2020
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